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APHORISMS OF ANACHRONISM - 50
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• Come to your face, people! Repent! The beasts are laughing at us already!
• Those medals for courage and resilience - who survived the year 2020!
• Even the brightest talent, burdened with laziness, is not able to truly open up!
• The Symphony of Reason has smart notes!
• I have something to tell the world - I keep my thoughts in quotes!
• Japanese cherry - Russian cherry sister and Russian apple too!
• Sooner or later we will all be there - where there is no place for sin!
• Conscious knowledge of the philosophy of life - sublime acquires meaning.
• We are all held hostage by greed and desires!
• Quarrel sin at Christmas - to part even more!
• The taste of a kiss - does not depend on the vagaries of the weather!
• Often a memory - pain on the heart responds!
• Learn to respect others - respect is provided to you!
• Do what you can - you will get what you want!
• Trust has no subjunctive mood.
• Fate was so carried away by others that it forgot about its own fate.
• Who does not like music - few people love at all!
• The best way to exacerbate a problematic situation is to start making zealous excuses.
• Keeping up with the times does not mean dissolving in it!
• Love is unpredictable and arrogant at times - without this she can not live!
• Happiness is not in abundance - prosperity is in happiness!
• Humiliated girlfriend - more terrible than the enemy!
• Each ass has its own chair,
Each chair has its own ass!

No friends? But you have tangerines

We often treat ourselves and others as follows: let the talents manifest themselves, let our cause be found. Let Santa Claus fall from the sky and give five hundred Eskimo. But always, always remember this beautiful phrase: God has no other hands but ours. And if we spit on ourselves, buried our own talents in the ground, then who is to blame?

- ENOUGH!!! There is no me for this nonsense!

Istanbul is a fluid city. It's not forever. And nothing is immutable. Probably, it began thousands of years ago, when the ice melted, the sea level rose, flood waters flooded and all known forms of life were destroyed. Probably, the pessimists were the first to escape from here, and the optimists, apparently, decided to stay and see how things would go. Nalan believed that one of the enduring tragedies of human history is that pessimists survive better than optimists, and this, if you think logically, means that humanity carries the genes of those who do not believe in the human race.
Flooding, the waters pressed from all sides, they drowned everything in their path - animals, plants, people. So there was the Black Sea, and the Golden Horn, and the Bosphorus, and the Sea of Marmara. The bay is all around, the waters have created a piece of land on which one day a powerful city grew.
And it still hasn't frozen, their homeland. Closing her eyes, Nalan heard the excitement of the waters under her feet. They rush, whirl, look for something.
Still changing.

- It's good that she's alive. Throw out these thoughts, you are not guilty of anything.

- The Far Away Ship is destroyed. Where's the Doctor?
- Guys, you've fallen for the same bait again. I had an extra TARDIS lying around and I used a camouflage scheme to make it look like mine, and guess who bought?
- We'll Find You! THE TARDIS is under our control!
- Nope. It's not that. I'm sorry. More news: I programmed it to fold and move to the very center of the Void. Which will obviously destroy it and you at the same time. Thank you for your help. We won't see each other again.
- You can't run away from us, Doctor!

- Attack the TARDIS! Destroy the Doctor!

<...> more often than not we do not understand our needs and are guided by habit or duty, "because it is necessary ... I have no choice," and soon our partner or the business we are doing is perceived by us as a hindrance to be by themselves. In addition, the partner has to pay. The process of violence is launched openly or covertly. If we slowly understand ourselves, then we will give ourselves the opportunity to completely surrender to what we are doing.

On the bench comfortably old woman sat.
No, no, yes it will feed the pigeons.
And, at least to rest, squatting, I wanted,
However, to feed - for her pleasure!
A boy sat down next to him to get drunk with juice.
Looking at him, she smiled.
He decided to share his cake.
I thought, old woman, go hungry!
And she smiled again, accepting the treat.
The kid is fascinated, but he knew why.
He offered his juice to her, having gained patience,
To make her smile at him again.
And for some reason, the kid was smiling.
And it was light and easy on the soul.
He waited for the old woman's smile again.
It's time to come home already...
"Where have you been for so long?" my mother is excited.
"I spent half a day with God - an unexpected answer -
I'll call His smile the best!
There is no such smile in the world anymore!"
I returned home, rested a little.
Met the old woman a large family.
"Today on the bench I ate with God.
But he was younger than I thought!"

- Well done, my false daughter.
- Go to Hell, False Father.
- Why not.

- Yes, yes, no, no, ten thousand five hundred and fifty-two.

- We live in a gloomy world.
- And no friends at sunset.

I'm not afraid of your curses! There is no worse curse than living unfree!